Our current cuteness count is a solid 2.
Getting pregnant is actually a pretty complicated process, but truth be told we just happened upon these two little replicas of us.

They make us think more than we usually care to, talk more than we usually want to, be less selfish than we would prefer, more patient than we can be, while we try to tune out the banging/clunking/shrill whistles/etc., spell every fifth word to each other, and wipe their butts to the tune of This is the Song that Never Ends.
[update: our daughter is now well on her way to becoming a functioning adult, as she no longer needs us to help her in the toilet at all, a development which pleases us greatly]

They scare us, harass us, exasperate us, and flabbergast us.

They also inspire us, overwhelm us, melt our hearts, and give us warm fuzzies and little tinglies.

They make us scramble regularly, laugh constantly, and bored never.
Sometimes all at once, on a pretty daily basis.

We cannot possibly imagine having more ridiculously intelligent, beautiful, amazing kids than these two are.
They are an incredible blessing and we love every crazy minute with them.